her leaves touched the sky
like a breath
of orange and yellow blankets, I
pulled it in
so she wouldn't
rot.
and you graced my presence with your
apple cider belly,
scent kept me warm but I
had to avoid bitter
tastes
of them
[the crows
the clouds
the colors]
peering through our glass mirror.
so we laid there in silence
as she delivered
autumn tissue paper:
I chose the red;
slumbering hearts yet to awaken
even when her arms
pressed us
together.
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Author notes
written october 19, 2008. I don't know why I hadn't posted it yet.
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Awww....
This is so cute!! I love it. The imagery you put into this is gorgeous. I love this feeling, it's like you're so at peace with whoever your with.
Amazing!!
♣ Tegan
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Though I do agree with the comment below (or a few below) that I'm not sure about laid...
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Ooo what do I say?
I love it, imagery-wise izza masterpiece.
Not entirely sure what else I can comment on...
Yeah...
Uhm...
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Wow. I didn't say izza I swear. o.O
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thank you
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sometimes, we don't see or realize something/someone, and our feelings, even if we are ''pressed together" ...I love the imagery in the last stanza...this is beautiful, Cassie!
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damn this is amazing
"I
pulled it in
so she wouldn't
rot."
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thank you
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wow...love it beautiful, dont edit or ill bite your ears out and makes milkshakes for the poor to drink!
hahaha, muhahaha, okay this is an awesome poem though, loved it
miss you, Stephanie ♥
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This is very soft Cassie, the images are beautiful,not sure if 'laid' there works...I wanted to keep saying 'lay' instead, but i understand the tense of the poem required it, only a little thing. The write is very good. Love, C
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